That Bird Has a Broken Wing

Foghorns blowing, all day sirens
Long trip, still unwinding
Had trouble getting out of bed
Basked in the grey of fog instead

Phone rang, Sun ain't shining
City I live, uphill and trying
Walked 'round the corner
Kid said what the zing, that bird has a broken wing

Sister cracked diamonds in two
They laughed, that pigeon flew
Into the street, market at Hyde
Bus came, that pigeon died

I'm outside, gotta come see you
There's something I've gotta tell
There's a burning in my body
Little sip, bro, I'll be well

What kind of man travels and sings?
No kids, no food to bring
Home in his trunk, home to his stable
Family with a picnic table
Oh melody, why all this?
Why you dodging my every kiss?

Okay, so I brought home a little sting
From a girl who didn't mean anything
Smoked like a chimney, dressed like a witch
Didn't even speak much English

Met her at midnight, took her in my room
She didn't even stay past two
Could have been Belgian, could have been French
Could have been Dutch, I didn't get a chance

To get a number, to get a name
Went to sleep, woke up and got a train
I know you're hating me pretty bad
But I ain't some tool named Brad

Up at seven, home by five
Hasn't got it up since winter time
I really love you more than that, but I'm half man, other half alley cat
I really love you more than that, but I'm half man, half alley cat

Foghorns blowing, cats are hiding
Goddamn, blue angels flying
Having trouble falling asleep
Gotta get to the doctor this week

Went to his office, told him about the trip
Checked it out, wrote me a slip
He said It seem you're too often
Next time use a little more caution

Sat me down, had a little chat
Men are men, but we're all half alley cat
Sat me down, had a little chat
Men are men, but we're all half alley cat